POP SMOKE

WAKING UP WITH THESE POP SMOKE LUCID DREAMS.WHEN'S IT EVER GOING TO END. LISTING TO THE WORDS YOU SAY TO ME AND PUTTING THIS MAGIC ON THE BIG STAGE. THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO YOU. THANKS FOR CHANGING MY WAYS AND THEY WAY I WRITE MY LYRICS. I FEEL THE SAME DAMAGE INSIDE MY BROKE DOWN MIND. WILL THE WORLD UNDERSTAND, THAT I REALLY CAME UP FROM THE SEWERS, BUT THEY STILL LOOKING AT ME LIKE AM THE PENGUIN. LIVING WITH THE ALGAE AND MUD RATS. THE RUNNING WATER IS WHERE I TAKE MY MOON LIGHT BATH. YOU CAN TRY AND BULLY ME AND CALL ME NAMES. THE ONLY THING THATS GOING TO GET SMASH AROUND HERE IS GETTING THESE GRAMMY'S. LOOKING UP AT THE SKY AND I SEE ALL THE PEOPLE AROUND ME THAT INSPIRE ME AND SAVED ME TO HELP ME GET THROUGH THESE POP SMOKE LUCID DREAMS, WHEN'S IT EVER GOING TO END. PULLING OUT THE NEEDLE, AND THE ATTIC IS CALLING ME TO PUSH THAT 5CC IN MY BLOWN OUT ARMS. WATCHING THE AIR BUBBLE RAISE TO THE TOP AND I SEE MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS STANDING OVER ME CRYING. IS THIS A WARNING TO ME, THAT THIS COULD BE MY LAST LIT. TUCKING MY HEAD BETWEEN MY LEGS AND I CAN'T GET THE VOICES OUT OF MY HEAD. I KNOW I NEED HELP, CAUSE I CAN'T BE LIKE STAN. I KNOW AM A BETTER MAN, AND I HAVE SOMETHING TO PROVE TO YOU, POP SMOKE AND THE WORLD AND AM MYSELF. LOOKING UP AND I SEE YOU HOLDING OUT YOUR HAND AND TELLING ME TO TAKE A WALK WITH YOU. SHOWING ME MY FUTURE, AND THE OUT COME IF I DO, WHAT AM ABOUT TO DO. TAKE MY WEAPON AND TELL THEM THAT YOUR GOING TO BE A G.O.A.T AND BREAK THIS CYCLE OF LOOKING DOWN ALL THE TIME. YOU WHAT 2PAC WOULD TELL YA, KEEP YOUR HEAD HIGH AND DEAR MOMMA, AM GOING THROUGH SOME DIFFICULT TIMES. CAN YOU HERE ME. WAKING UP WITH THESE POP SMOKE LUCID DREAMS. WHEN'S IT EVER GOING TO END. STREAKING DOWN THE FREE WAY WITH MOLLY AND SALLY, TRYING TO GET OUT OF THIS FRUIT LOOP BOX. VERBALLY I CAN DO THIS, BUT PHYSICALLY, AM JUST A LOSER, AND I DON'T WANT TO GET SOBER. TRYING TO REBUILD MY MOTOR AND GET THESE NEW SLOTTED ROTORS. CAUSE THE PROMOTERS ARE CALLING MY PHONE FOR THE NEXT SHOW. WAKING UP WITH THESE POP SMOKE LUCID DREAMS, WHEN'S IT EVER GOING TO END.